'Defeat in love is not the worst of failures, not to have loved is the true failure.'- George E. Woodberry
Bliss it is to wake up to a loving and happy voice and sail across the day with happy thoughts and the ear-to-ear smile. How often does any of our days begin like that? How often does it continue to be the same across the course of the day? It is the work of the mind that guides the heart. To be happy or to be pushed to the depths of our sorrow or to be just 'there' always takes that extra effort from the mind, which more often than not is not coupled with the heart. But for the romantics, me been one of them, the heart reaches that point first, rushing through our blood and senses, hearing the honeyed words to make us glow like a flower, inside out. It affects us so much, so much that we wait until we get back home, however far, to hear more.
Is it wrong to think with our heart? When in love, the heart is always right. You think, how can it go ever go wrong? It gives us supreme joy to know that we will never walk alone. However unfathomable it may seem, those emotions turn out to be our supplementary means of survival. How can anyone not want to know how that feels like? I was no exception. My heart was a prey to the sweet nothings uttered. And they were as true as it could be. They helped me through my disappointments and pitfalls. I kept coming back, yearning for them. It would always be the same, but never once did it seem tarnished to me. It was like learning a new word off the dictionary of love. And man, that book is HUGE!
And then a time comes, when you may never hear them again. Does that mean that the person you love has lost the patience to read through the book and grown tired to whisper them to you? Here again, the heart shows that it is right. It assures us, it doesn't always end like that. Many are the circumstances when the presence of love could just raise the bar of pain on both the individuals. To love, to hurt, that is how we learn to live. But we should never have loved to hurt the other. And that is why, we part, we give up. We learn to live with the pain. We wade through the days, using up the store of never-ending memories. We do wish for more such memories, but when our own heart has realised that there is no going back, we must accept defeat and move on, waiting for a new day to begin.
Bliss it is to wake up to a loving and happy voice and sail across the day with happy thoughts and the ear-to-ear smile. How often does any of our days begin like that? How often does it continue to be the same across the course of the day? It is the work of the mind that guides the heart. To be happy or to be pushed to the depths of our sorrow or to be just 'there' always takes that extra effort from the mind, which more often than not is not coupled with the heart. But for the romantics, me been one of them, the heart reaches that point first, rushing through our blood and senses, hearing the honeyed words to make us glow like a flower, inside out. It affects us so much, so much that we wait until we get back home, however far, to hear more.
Is it wrong to think with our heart? When in love, the heart is always right. You think, how can it go ever go wrong? It gives us supreme joy to know that we will never walk alone. However unfathomable it may seem, those emotions turn out to be our supplementary means of survival. How can anyone not want to know how that feels like? I was no exception. My heart was a prey to the sweet nothings uttered. And they were as true as it could be. They helped me through my disappointments and pitfalls. I kept coming back, yearning for them. It would always be the same, but never once did it seem tarnished to me. It was like learning a new word off the dictionary of love. And man, that book is HUGE!
And then a time comes, when you may never hear them again. Does that mean that the person you love has lost the patience to read through the book and grown tired to whisper them to you? Here again, the heart shows that it is right. It assures us, it doesn't always end like that. Many are the circumstances when the presence of love could just raise the bar of pain on both the individuals. To love, to hurt, that is how we learn to live. But we should never have loved to hurt the other. And that is why, we part, we give up. We learn to live with the pain. We wade through the days, using up the store of never-ending memories. We do wish for more such memories, but when our own heart has realised that there is no going back, we must accept defeat and move on, waiting for a new day to begin.
I totally agree ... Love after all is one of the only things that mankind had always wanted since the dawn of time and will always want till the world comes to an end. We are simply built that way :)
ReplyDeleteI am glad you agree. But it is the sad truth that when love fails a person on one or more occasions, their trust and hope on this feeling just fades. That is where we need to keep listening to out heart for words of encouragement, pushing us to go on.
ReplyDeleteP.S: I am glad to see you here, Neffy :)